

The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
Daughter of Pandion, lovely
 Swallow that veers at my window,
 Swift on the flood of the sunshine
         Darting thy shadow;
What is thy innocent purpose,
 Why dost thou hover and haunt me?
 Is it a kinship of sorrow
         Brings thee anear me?
Must thou forever be tongueless,
 Flying in fear of Tereus?
 Must he for Itys pursue thee,
         Changed to a lapwing?
Tireless of pinion and never
 Resting on bush or the branches,
 Close to the earth, up the azure,
         Over the treetops;
After thy wing in its madness
 Follows my glance, as a flitting
 Child on the track of its mother
         Hastens in silence.
Daughter of Pandion, lovely
 Swallow that veers at my window,
 Hast thou a message from Cyprus
         Telling of Phaon?